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Friday, 8 February 2013
The Smell After You
I would never wish to rid the pillows
Of your scent.
The cologne that permeates the fabric,
Lingers in my mind and my airways.
And the memories of your head on the pillows,
Play through my mind.
And I drift into dreaming
Of you.
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